It has been
a couple of months now since I made the decision to quit my PhD. I was close to
finishing, but life happened. More than anything, I felt completely burned
out—and I’ll have a separate blog post about that soon (still working on it).
What has become very clear over the past few weeks, though, is that I made the
right decision when I left my academic career behind.
There were
many reasons behind my decision, but three in particular stand out. I wanted to
write about them because, of all the things people warned me about when I
started my PhD, these three were ones no one saw coming.
1) A
TECH MOGUL BOUGHT AND DESTROYED
ONE OF MY RESEARCH PLATFORMS
Over the
years, I developed a deep fascination with John F. Kennedy—and also RichardNixon. I spent years searching for new angles to analyze their media presence:
how they opened (and tried to close) the door to the White House, how they were
portrayed in popular culture, and how their ability—or failure—to establish a
relationship with the media shaped their legacies. I wrote several essays on
the subject, and some were even published.
But
focusing on media meant also keeping up with its evolution. From the printed
press to mass media to what now plagues our phones and screens: social media.
President Barack Obama was the first to recognize its potential for
campaigning, but even with an official White House profile, he didn’t yet use
social media for serious campaigning. Still, slowly but surely, Twitter became
one of the most widely used free platforms for political discourse in America.

I had
charts, data, and numbers on how congressional and senatorial candidates used
Twitter to campaign—and I loved doing that research. I was always online during
presidential debates. Twitter functioned like a massive live chat room, with
celebrities and friends reacting in real-time. It felt like being in a big
room, discussing history as it happened. It was an incredible time.
Seeing a
random social media platform transform into a free forum where voters could
reach their elected officials (and vice versa) was a sight to behold. I loved
researching this.
But then
social media changed—and right in front of my eyes, my research platform
became… unavailable. First, President Trump created his own social media site,
which wasn’t open to users outside the U.S. for nearly two years, making
analysis much harder. News sites and pundits quoted his posts, of course, but
conducting unbiased research meant accessing the material firsthand. Second, came
Elon Musk’s acquisition of Twitter. Since then, content moderation has changed
significantly.
People have
left Twitter in large numbers, migrating to Meta’s Threads or the more
independent Bluesky. But as of now, neither platform has reached Twitter’s
scale. It’ll take time to see the numbers. Many influencers have already said
Bluesky “feels like old Twitter,” but I’m not sure that’s enough to persuade
people—especially political figures who benefited from Twitter’s free and open
interface for so many years—to make the switch.
So whether
my research can be continued remains uncertain. There are promising studies
tracking how users move between platforms. But even if we believe Twitter
played a significant role in Donald Trump’s re-election, just last week,
despite Elon Musk’s efforts, the Wisconsin Supreme Court seat remained in
Democratic hands.
The only
real conclusion right now is that it’s too early to draw any real conclusions.
More time needs to pass. We’ll see whether social media remains a collection of
echo chambers or if free public discourse can return—and with it, candidates
encouraged to use these platforms again. These echo chambers have continued to
mislead us, as we saw clearly in both the 2016 and 2024 elections.
2) THE
TOPIC OF MY DISSERTATION WAS MIGRATION TO THE UNITED STATES
When I
started my PhD, I left behind the topic of Presidents and moved on to
migration. There were several reasons for this—not only was my advisor
well-versed in the field, but I also saw an opportunity to combine my other
major, Italian, with my existing knowledge of American culture. The focus
wasn’t just migration itself, but the representation of migration.
I worked
extensively with Italian Americans, a group that fascinated me. From the first
Italians who made the trip, to the fourth and fifth generations who still
proudly identify as Italian today—everything about that trajectory blew my
mind. I loved doing this research. I still love it. I can talk about it for
hours. So many people told me I’d grow tired of it by the time I finished my
PhD, but for me, that never happened. I was incredibly lucky in that way. It’s
also part of why I didn’t want to quit. The stories I wanted to tell felt
important—needed to be told.
Still, even
when narrowing my focus to a small slice of the broader picture, I had to keep
an eye on the whole thing… and parts of it are rotting. Right in front of my
eyes.
When I
heard that a father had been wrongfully deported to El Salvador—after a judge
ruled he should not be detained, and despite his legal right to be in the
U.S.—my gut reaction was disgust. This came on the heels of a similar case
involving a Lebanese teacher, also wrongfully detained and deported. Every week
brings another horror story: gross mismanagement, wrongful deportations, all from a
racist government in power. And frankly, I can’t stomach it.
I can’t, in
good conscience, just focus on past migrations. Trends must be analyzed; waves
of movement have to be compared over time. But I can’t simply zoom in on the
parts I enjoy researching. It’s impossible to do this work while ignoring the
daily decisions being made by the Trump administration about migrants—both
legal and undocumented. I wish I could just focus on Italian migration in the
20th century. But that’s not how this field works.
All of this
is to say: I’m angry. I do love my research. Even after seven years in a PhD
program, I never came to hate it. I never got bored. I just cannot, at least
for now, bring myself to dig deeper.
3) ChatGPT
Here’s a hot take on academic writing: it’s boring,
repetitive, and written in a style we like to call formal—when in
reality, it’s just about stretching a five-word sentence into fifteen. There
have been multiple studies showing that the mandatory academic articles
we’re forced to write are read by, on average, 2–3 people. Can you
imagine that?
Can you imagine having to publish just to get your PhD, to
move up the academic ladder, to even be considered for a full-time teaching
job—when virtually nobody reads the work? There’s a whole saying for it:
“Publish or perish.” This pressure is so widespread that it birthed its own
grim motto, yet each individual article gets read by two or three people. It’s ridiculous.
And it’s even more frustrating because not everyone is
suited to endless publishing, presenting, and researching. Some of us—like
me—are meant for teaching. And others should never, and I mean never,
set foot in a classroom.
As ChatGPT became more well-known, I saw students
experimenting with it. A few tried to cheat (thankfully not in my classes—and
for that I’m grateful; it showed me they understood that writing skills matter,
and this wasn’t just another class to pass and forget). Unlike many of my
colleagues who panicked and assumed everyone would cheat, I wanted to explore
the tool myself. I wanted to see how it could be integrated into the classroom.
But then I started using it… and it wrote, in seconds, a
chapter that was better than anything I’d written for my dissertation. I was
left feeling… empty.
What’s the point of forcing people to churn out publication
after publication when, one: nobody reads them, and two: AI can do a
better job? I was already struggling to convince myself that the
conferences and papers were worth it—just so I could keep teaching in higher
education. Because the fact that I was a good teacher—that I consistently had
30-33 students apply for a seminar that could only seat 15—
meant nothing.
My teaching ability, my connection with students, the work I put into making
class engaging—
none of it mattered in academia. And that makes me
incredibly angry.
I knew the system from the start, but the workload expected
of professors is beyond unreasonable. It's unsustainable. The result? Mediocre
research. Mediocre teaching. Every student who complains that university sucks?
They’re not wrong. The system is broken.
And insisting that publications still matter in the age of
ChatGPT? In my humble opinion, that’s a scam.
Dear reader, this blog entry—this very one—was reviewed by
AI. And I can tell you: it made it better. I know my limits as a writer. I love
writing, but now I have a tool to help refine it.
So what’s the conclusion?
Nobody could have predicted these changes when I started my
PhD. I don’t regret leaving academia—it’s a system that requires extensive reforms. But I do miss
the classroom. I miss the energy of a lively discussion with students. And it
breaks my heart to know that as long as the system values obscure papers more
than human connection and effective teaching, there’s no future in higher
education for teachers like me.
That deeply saddens me.
Still, we move forward. Some
time has passed, and I know I made the right choice. I just hope I can
recharge—and find my potential again.